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You sigh as the glides of the chair screech when you scoot toward your office desk settled under a mountain of paperwork. Another arduous day of work is ahead, and of course, the usual culprit of this Monday morning surprise is none other than the leader of Team Akuta. Transcribing all of the reports was going to take a while, but you were more than suited for the task. As the Cleaners’ bookkeeper working directly under Semiu, it was your duty to keep records on everything reported by Supporters and team leaders, such as Trash Beasts, trash storms, the Raiders’ potential whereabouts, any updates on the Sphere, and other groups that populated the Ground. The meticulous notetaking habit you’ve developed since childhood has granted you a Giver ability supplemented by your Jinki—a pocket-sized diary from your early adolescence. The time and care you’ve put into your treasure during those formative years forced it to evolve into a logbook of which you hold the memory of everything you write down in it, whenever you activate your Giver powers. You’ve earned the nickname “Encyclopedia” from everyone at HQ just from how immensely knowledgeable you became from your Jinki. Being a valued member of Team Front who knows everything about anything she writes about, the Cleaners were lucky to have you on their side.
The only downside is that when it came to personal matters you wanted to journal about, you had to use your Jinki. It’s how your Giver powers manifested; you had to honor that connection. Another complication is that you’ve developed feelings for a fellow Cleaner, who just so happens to be the man who left the paper stack on your desk for you to discover. All your past flings and lovers—which aren’t many—reside in your Jinki’s early pages and in the recesses of your mind, so it’s only natural you’d write down your feelings for Enjin.
So, alongside the work transcriptions, you record literally everything else; your thoughts on the other Cleaners, your mood, what you had for dinner, what Enjin had for dinner, what Enjin looks like when he’s excited, how Enjin looks when he’s annoyed, what kind of girls Enjin might like, how Enjin might treat his partner, how Enjin might perform in bed; it’s all just Enjin, Enjin, Enjin! These days, he’s all you can ever really write about when you’re not working. It’s safe to say you’re completely whipped. It gets to a point where you’re writing different scenarios about what you would do if you were completely alone with him. From an outside perspective, some would consider this an obsession—but you’re just “keeping tabs”; doin’ your job.
It’s all harmless fun, though. You chuckle to yourself, recalling some of the things you’ve written about in passing while reaching from the paper stack ahead of you. The report you grabbed was specifically about the Sphere and how it could potentially be connected to the Raiders, with a “sensitive” marking at the top. Before putting the pen to the page, your choker rings out with a familiar warm and direct greeting.
“Cyclo! You busy right now?” Enjin’s voice rings out smoothly.
“A little,” You reply, amused that he referred to you in his own shortened version of your Cleaner nickname. “Catching up on the reports from your team. How can I help you, Enjin?”
“Ah shit, sorry to disturb. And sorry for droppin’ them off late! I actually had an update for one of those reports. Says “sensitive” at the top. I was wonderin’ if we could have a small chat in person about it.”
Your eyes widen at the suggestion. There was no issue with it, but where exactly would the meeting place be? You press him for more details.
“In the mess hall in 10? There’s still two more hours until the lunch rush, so there’s no risk of bein’ walked in on durin’ this exchange.”
You can’t help but smile at the way he says it, but you’re sure he doesn’t even realize what kind of effect his words have on you. Just the mild insinuation out of context alone is enough to get you to agree to his impromptu meeting—not the fact that this is part of your job description. You guess that makes you a little crazy... But you carry on, gathering your Jinki and heading toward the mess hall, still harping on some of your old diary entries. Particularly the one that mentions what you’d do if he’d let you take the reins.
‘Straight to my knees to slurp him up, then bouncing on it crazy-style.’ You snicker to yourself. ‘So stupid. But so fucking real.’
It was made in jest! God forbid a girl have some fun in her diary. However, there could be a chance that your Jinki falls into the wrong hands, and someone sees something they’re not supposed to. The tradeoff with your Giver powers were that you couldn’t conceal the pages from curious onlookers and peeping toms, and if you tore out pages or destroyed them in any way, you wouldn’t be able to use your recollection abilities for a certain time depending on the severity of the damage—both of which directly interferes with your work. The only solution was to always keep it with you, and that included having it by your side in the meeting with Enjin. So as you take your seat at a table next to the empty bar, you place your Jinki right in front of you and wait for him to show.
Those ten minutes slowly turn into twenty, then you finally hear footsteps approaching the entrance. Enjin passes through the threshold, pleased to see you waiting.
“Sorry I’m late,” He takes the seat right next to yours and reaches into his pocket for his lighter and box of smokes. With a practiced tap, a cigarette rises high enough for his lips to catch it, and he flicks the lighter’s wheel until the flame catches. He takes a drawn out drag, being courteous to blow it away from you.
“How ya been?”
You perk up at the check-in. “I’m doing quite alright, and you?”
“So goddamn busy. Running all over the damn place. But all is well.” He sulks as he taps cigarette ash into the tray ahead of him. Your eyes follow the inked rings on his finger doing the tapping, realizing how large his hands are when he’s this close. “Just sortin’ through some leads we got from our last scuffle in Penta.”
***
Enjin sighs, gold eyes meeting your gaze intently.
“The Raiders took us to something called ‘The Border’.”
Your brows furrow instantly. “…What?”
“Uh-huh,” he nods. “Here’s how it went down.”
He spills all the tea. Apparently, they stopped for a bite, then managed to get caught up inside of a Trash Beast allegedly created by the Raider’s frontman. The story seemed too farfetched to believe. But you don’t question a single word of it.
***
“So… you want me to keep a record of that without clearance? Why not submit an official report and have Semiu or the Boss approve it?”
He takes another slow drag, shrugging his shoulders then slumping against his chair’s backrest. “Semiu’s already pissed at me for the last of batch of papers I threw at her, and the Boss is on his own schedule. You’re the fastest avenue.”
It suddenly dawns on you that the paper stack waiting for you this morning wasn’t cleared by Semiu either, and you’ve already started sifting through it. Meaning, you’re going to have to circle back and get them all approved before you finish up the rest of them.
“Enjin, we have procedures in place for a reason,” You let out a weary sigh. “You can’t just do whatever you want.”
“I know, and I’m sorry,” He drags out the last syllable of his sentence, his tone feigning regret. Enjin insists further that these new details should be recorded since he had the feeling something big will pop off really soon, so it’s just a safety measure. “I’ll make it up to you and Semiu some other time. Just don’t let the Boss know I’m cuttin’ corners.”
When he says that, your choker rings out for the second time today, with Arkha summoning you to his office. Speak of the devil. The look Enjin gives you is one of comedic and unbridled fear, but the timing of it all makes you giggle. You could feel the trepidation in his gestures—don’t squeal, PLEASE—so you tease him by rising from the table with a smirk. Then off you go, waltzing away, straight to the Boss’ office. Of course, his secret is safe with you. As you open the door to a patiently waiting Arkha, you were already set to honor Enjin’s request.
However, the Boss is already well aware of the situation. He actually tells you the same thing Enjin just did, and issues permission to take a record of everything you heard. That inked-up goof better thank his lucky stars that the Boss isn’t a hard-ass. But as you ready yourself to write, you feel a wave of sudden uneasiness wash over you. Your fingers tighten, expecting the sensation of your Jinki in your grasp, but you end up clutching onto nothing. The way your breathing quickens as your eyes widen at the emptiness of your palms renders Arkha confused, and before he can even ask what happened, you’re already sprinting out of the door and back to the mess hall.
‘Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck,’ Blares in your mind as you dash past Semiu, the wind from you passing blowing the papers on her desk to the floor. She pays you no mind, despite the scowl forming on her face. You’re not sure of a time you had to run this fast, but there’s a chance you could make it in time before it was too late to save yourself from unfathomable heaps of embarrassment. Your fingers reach the door before your palms do, and you press so hard the door flies open, jamming all of them in the process. A loud thud sounds when you walk in, followed by a sharp inhale and piercing groan.
“Ah, shiiiit…” Enjin grumbles, rubbing the spot of his face where the door smacked him.
Holy fucking shit. You just cracked Enjin’s skull; you’re sure of it. You hide your gasp in your palms, panicking. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you and I just—”
“You’re good,” He shrugs it off, yet still pained. “Don’t sweat it.”
As you look him over to ensure Eishia didn’t need to be called over, you notice him clutching something close to his chest. You already knew what it was before you could fully tell, and your heart absolutely sinks into the pit of your stomach. You go from frantic to mortified at the sight of your Jinki on someone else’s person. On the other hand, Enjin’s composed energy has shifted as well into something more… sheepish. Not typically him. Even the way he holds the diary with fidgeting fingers tells you more than a decade’s worth of your entries ever could.
He’s read something from your Jinki… you think?
The assumption swarms around in your head, and you struggle to swallow the lump in your throat. The amount of blood that flows directly to your cheeks should be cause for concern the way you’re tensing up everywhere. Enjin picks up on it, though somewhat sharing the sentiment. It’s sudden when he hands you back your diary with quickness, not uttering a single thing as you nervously accept it into your clammy palms. You try to break the silence, but each time you try, the words evade you. It becomes hard to manage, and when you finally get it out, all you can do is apologize.
“…Sorry you had to see that.” The words come out shaky as you try your best to settle your nerves. God, you can feel the flush on your face worsening the longer you’re there trying to avoid his eyes.
“It’s fine,” He affirms with a slight nod, trying his best to spare you the humiliation. “Everyone needs an outlet, right?”
However, that just makes you want to die instead. He basically confirmed that he definitely read something.
“I was just on my way to give it to you since you left without it… figured you’d need it during the meeting with the Boss.” You can see flashes of his concentration as he sighs, folds his arms and pinches the bridge of his nose to think through the best way to break the news to you.
“I didn’t read it on purpose. Swear.” He insists that your diary flipped to one of the previous pages from the week prior when you left the mess hall in your confident stride. Must’ve been an a/c draft that did it. That page happened to be where some of your rawest, filthiest thoughts were recorded. The entry title? What positions would Enjin execute best? And no, you weren’t referring to his team formations out in the field. He goes on to mention that once he started reading, his curiosity got the best of him, and he struggled to put it down. Your face goes completely hot, and your heart sinks even further hearing this, since you remember every single word on those pages.
“But you got a sugary way with words. Wild imagination, too.” A small chuckle escapes Enjin at the end, but nothing was funny. Nothing. Once again, you just pray for a swift death to take you out of this spiraling situation. But, of course, such as many prayers on the Ground, they go unanswered. Only then does he utter something that only he would know if he read on.
“I mean, do I really have nice hands? I think they’re just okay. But you sure had a lot to say about ‘em.”
You attempt to excuse yourself since matters were getting real personal, real fast. But you stop dead in your tracks when he recalls something else out loud.
“Didn’t know you were into choking like that.”
You’re dumbfounded, mentally grasping at anything to formulate a sensible response to him reflecting your words back to you. But luckily for you, he finds it all flattering. So flattering that he even shows interest in entertaining some of your thoughts.
“Got a lot of theories about me in there,” He follows with a bated chuckle. “But also a lot of facts. You’re good at your job.”
You don’t protest to that. You fight the smile forming on your face from the acknowledgement.
“Real good. Theories are good too. But they don’t have to always be theories.” With a subtle tilt of his head, his gaze softens on you, lingering on your face for far too long. “I’m pretty much an open book. Ask me anything you wanna know.”
He’s found his way to get back at you by putting you on the spot. But now, you’re not really sure if he’s being serious or not.
“Enjin, I need you to be for real right now.”
“I am,” He nods with a shrug. “Got no other option but to be. ‘specially after reading all that.”
Your lips tighten, and you hold your tongue.
“Were you being for real when you wrote down all those scenarios with me?”
You slowly nod, folding under no pressure.
“Hm. And you’re only keepin’ tabs on me?”
“…Mhm.” You mutter lowly. No use in lying now.
“Well, I’m sure you’d like to know more. Ball’s in your court.”
And man, do you. But considering the workweek just began a few hours ago, you find it wise to decline. Even though you really don’t want to.
“I’d love to humor you more, but I really need to get back to wor—”
“Takin’ an hour off wouldn’t hurt. And since you didn’t rat me out to the Boss, I’ll keep my mouth shut, too.”
His forwardness in this instance is different than what you’re used to. He’s not a pushy guy, but it’s easy to tell that he’s adamant about this. He knows your secret, and he’s dangling it right in front of your face.
You gulp down your nerves. It doesn’t take you long to cave before him.
“You know what,” You let out a heavy breath you didn’t even know you were holding, clutching your diary closer to your side. “I do want answers.” And it’s an understatement. You need the answers to all the what-ifs you’ve written about. It makes you hot just thinking about it. Fuck the paperwork… for now.
“You’re right. I’m curious if I got anything right.” You purse your lips, a small, sly grin forming. “I’ll take my hour right now.”
“Right now? That’s what you want?” Enjin smirks his dimples to life, amused by your change of heart. Looks like you both are on the same wavelength. “Let’s go test some of your theories, then.” Suddenly, you’re back to daydreaming about previous diary entries.
What does holding hands with Enjin feel like? Truly an innocent question you happened to ask on one of the first pages detailing your fascination with him.
The reality of it sets in as he takes your hand in his, and it’s just like you thought. Calloused, yet inviting. Your heart jumps at the quickness at which he walks you to his quarters from the mess hall. Luckily, Semiu had since stepped away from her desk, leaving the entrance hall empty with no eyes on you two. Once you’re beyond the threshold of his door, whatever goes down is nobody’s business but yours.
“Now we’re alone,” His golden eyes meet yours. “This was one of the things you wondered about, right?”
You find it jarring how he’s able to recall so much from just a few minutes with your Jinki. All you can do is nod in response.
“You feel okay bein’ alone with me?”
“…I do.”
“Good. Just makin’ sure you’re still with it.”
Another entry floats to the front of your mind.
What is Enjin’s bedroom like?
You gander around the room. It’s actually quite tidy and surprisingly minimalist, with a few things here and there. There’s a special spot in the corner for Umbreaker though—clean, spotless, and the adjacent wall is decorated with polaroids of the two of them together. Cute.
“It’s not much, but now you have a visual,” He comments while settling himself on the bed. You find a spot on his dresser to place your Jinki as he does so. He doesn’t beckon you over, but he makes it his next point to get a rise out of you.
“‘My dream destination: Enjin’s bed’,” He quotes your words, mocking your higher voice, and your face heats back up. He’s so crass. “You’re here now. Might as well.”
You roll your eyes at him, but ultimately swallow your pride and follow his lead. The mattress is shitty, just like yours, but somehow extra springy.
“Welcome to paradise,” He quips dryly. You find it slightly funny. It’s becoming more and more obvious how your ‘hour off' is going to go. His eyes linger on your averted gaze and flushed cheeks. Enjin subtly reflects your mannerisms without even realizing it, dragging his fingers on the back of his neck, trying to find the words to ease the tension building between the two of you. “…Not exactly all it’s cracked up to be. Probably didn’t picture this.”
You guess your expectations were made with rose-colored lenses. But you dismiss it. “It’s fine. It’s nice in here. I’m comfy.” The compliment coming from you makes him crack a grin. You’re such a sweet girl, and he’s honored you only have eyes for him out of everyone at HQ… Who knew you had all this affection for him?
Silence fills up the space between the two of you until what’s been bubbling underneath surfaces, and he breaks. “I lied earlier, by the way. I opened up to a random page and just kept on goin’,” The confession comes out more like a declaration meant to rattle you up. And before you get to ask him for the reason why, to chew him out for touching your Jinki without permission—he adds fuel to his incendiary words.
“You’ve got a real obsession with me, huh?”
You pout at the assertion. “It’s not like that.”
“Yeah. Sure. You’ve got my whole routine down to a T in there.”
He chalks his actions up to him being nosey. A character flaw he’s trying to shake.
“Not sure I can forgive you for prying, Enjin.”
Enjin mutters a low oh yeah? and closes the distance between the two of you, so close that you could feel the warmth emanating off his body. “Probably won’t forgive me for this, either.”
He recites another statement from an entry he read earlier.
“His lips probably taste like cigarettes.”
You freeze, cursing your inconvenient perfect memory of writing that. But had it not been for Enjin’s incredible natural memory, your lips wouldn’t be on his right now. You hadn’t even realized when his lips crashed onto yours, his teeth gently grazing your lower lip and drawing a soft whine from you. He shifts closer and his hands are on you, skimming from your thighs to your tits, tracing all your curves on the way. His boldness surprises you, like he’s been waiting to show it off for a while; like he’s been wanting his hands all over you. The kiss ends with your back meeting the mattress and him above you.
His lips did, indeed, taste like the menthol in cigarettes. A mental note is made to add that fact to your diary later, so you don’t ever forget it.
The way he looks down at you is chilling, too. He’s having fun making your fantasies come true. You can feel your heart beating in your ears, the light pounding competing with the ache of your sex. All at once, your clothes feel far too tight for your liking and your skin feels feverish, and you’re reeling from the dizzying kiss that took your breath away. Enjin revels in the beautiful chaos beneath him, your flustered face goading him into turning up the heat.
It was about time you found yourself in his bed.
He’d always known you as Semiu’s right hand, the Cleaners’ Encyclopedia, that quiet yet attentive hot chick in charge of the archives—and he doesn’t play when it comes to his type of woman. You fit the bill perfectly, and because he knows you’re into him, he gets to test the waters with you.
“Damn, look at you,” He can’t hold back from letting his admiration be known. “This fucked up from a kiss?”
Breaking down your walls was just the first phase of this extended meeting during working hours. Then he utters a more pressing thought, another quote adapted straight from the pages of your Jinki.
“‘I just know Enjin’s good with his tongue’. What was goin’ through your pretty little head when you thought of that one?”
“Still quoting me?” You let out an amused sigh and answer the question. “I was thinking about how you’d use it to make me scream.”
It sounds like a challenge, but it’s the truth. He doesn’t care for the difference though, it’s enough for him to get you out of your Cleaner uniform while your undergarments remain. He lowers his lips to catch yours in another searing kiss, this time prodding with his tongue. You’re receptive to him entirely, sinking deeper into the mattress, accepting the intrusion. Your heart flutters as his lips glide against yours and deepen the kiss, and of course you can’t help that all the sensations you’re feeling right now make your cunt throb with want.
“Sit tight while I demonstrate.”
He adjusts his position above you and travels lower, adorning your neck and chest in bites and kisses, continuing all the way down your torso to your pelvis. Once he reaches the apex of your thighs, your panties are swiftly pulled back, exposing your drooling pussy. He props your legs up, entwining his arms underneath them to grip your inner thighs, and as he spreads them apart, he flattens his tongue directly on your clit. All the air in your lungs escapes you in an instant, and you cry out. You feel a new wave of heat surge through you when his eyes don’t leave yours as he tastes you. It takes everything in you not to roll your hips but with every slow, deliberate circular swipe of his tongue, you gradually forget the ease of self-restraint. Enjin pulls away briefly, just so he can mouth off a little.
“Wish I knew about it sooner,” You watch him languidly lick your slick from his lips. He must be referring to your diary. “Could’ve had this pretty pussy all to myself the whole time.”
He ends that point by unraveling a hold on one arm and plunging two of his tattooed fingers into your cunt. The intrusion brings you back to life, your back curling from the bed as you mewl at the drag of his fingers against your velvety walls. His fingers reach deep, farther than any depth yours could achieve, and with each push further, your pussy answers back with a squelch.
“So wet for me, huh?” He taunts, easing his fingers in and out of you and drawing out your sweet sighs. He delves back in between your thighs to pick up where he left off, dragging his tongue through your folds and down to your sopping (and occupied) hole, then back up again, groaning softly when your fingers suddenly rake through his hair and pull him closer.
“Oh—fuck!” You sob, feeling the impending peak get closer with every thrust and every flick of his tongue against your clit. Then he switches gears, closing his lips around the small bundle of nerves and curling his fingers against the soft wall behind your pubic bone. Your thighs tremble as you make an earnest attempt not to suffocate him, though he wouldn’t mind at all. Enjin takes his time savoring you—not just the intoxicating taste of your arousal on his tongue, but also the pleading whimpers spilling from your lips. A familiar heat pools in your core, your grip on his strands growing taut.
“So close, so fucking close—” The words come out high yet hushed, accentuated by the sudden jerk of your hips where his nose finally bumps your clit. A few more of those movements and you’ve found the perfect flow, desperately grinding on his face steadily toward your release. He can feel it too, with the way that the warm channel of your swollen pussy squeezes around his inked fingers, he’s intent on making you scream, just like you said. You feel his lips curl around your clit again more forcefully, sucking it in gently, while he adds another finger to your stretched hole, bringing forth the reaction you’ve dreamt about for months.
It brings you over the edge, and his fingers slip out just as you come, wrapping around and gripping your thigh as he plunges his tongue deep to taste your flooding release. He hums in satisfaction, honeyed eyes watching as you come down from your high, your chest rising and falling as you catch your breath, the hot flush of your face glistening with sweat, and the fitted sheet of his mattress beneath you absolutely soaked.
“Shit, you’re messy,” He raises from the space between your thighs, the lower half of his face slicked from your arousal, his hair disheveled in the most deliciously unkempt way from your doing. After wiping his face clean with his shirt, Enjin then settles his hands on your knees, his dimples framing his mouth as he smiles down at you. “But you taste so fucking good.”
Though you were spent, legs still shaking from the aftermath, you keen at the distance he’s gone away from you. He slips out of his coat, his broad frame accentuated by the reveal of his shoulders and toned arms. He tussles with the bottom of his shirt, lifting it promptly over his head and uncovering the full expanse of his tattoos. You’ve written about the possibility of Enjin having more markings, but nothing could prepare you for the work of art that detailed his chest, arms, and stomach. Your eyes study the intricacies in depth, not even realizing that the man above you had freed his cock from the confines of his pants and boxers. It only hits you when he spits into his hand, the wet sound catching your full attention as he spreads it over the head and down the shaft. You moan at the sight, admiring the size and wondering how the fuck it’s going to fit into you.
The threat of another memory of a wild line you’ve written was already on your mind the moment you walked into the room.
Enjin’s fucking BIG. I just know it!!!!!
Seeing as the proof stood tall, slightly curved, veined and girthy before you, there was no doubt your prediction was true.
“Know you had other scenarios in mind,” He continues to stroke himself, his grip tightening around his length. “But ‘m gonna fuck you how I wanna. That alright?”
You answer with a hushed yes with curiosity flashing in your glazed-over, half-lidded eyes. He grins, satisfied with your compliance and trust in his care, your soft voice inviting his cock to twitch in his palm.
“Love to hear that. Gonna fuck that pretty pussy proper before the hour’s up.”
Shit, you forgot you were still technically on the clock… But that doesn’t move you from the damp sheets below you. You’re exactly where you want to be—not transcribing the content of ever-growing paper stacks into your diary, not using your Giver powers to remember every single scenario as you finger your leaky pussy to the thought of them—no. You were finally abiding by your words, and Enjin saw to it that you leave the room well informed by the end of the exchange.
You turn from your back to your hands and knees while facing the wall. The lack of a headboard worried you, seeing as there was nothing but the mattress and sheets below you to keep you steady, but it soon gets thrown to the back of your mind as he prods at your folds from behind. A squelch follows as his finger delves quickly into your cunt then out to spread the slick near the hole of your entrance. A gasp leaves your lips as the sudden action is replaced by the tip of his cock pressing against your waiting hole. Enjin hisses when your warm slit kisses his tip back, primed to take him in at a moment’s notice, precum oozing from the slit and mixing with your juices.
“Didn’t even have to prep, your pussy’s already dribbling all over me,” He teases your opening further, swiping his cock up and down as you croon out a whimper. A free hand latches to your hip, the firm grip hard enough to leave a bruise. “So fuckin’ greedy for this dick… Gonna let me put it in ya?”
“Mmmyes,” Your response is desperate yet direct, fumbling out hurriedly through your whines. “Need it s’bad, En—aaahh…” You hardly finish the plea before he pushes into the slickness of your cunt, slowly inching further until fully seated. He bites back a low moan at the way your sloppy walls hug onto his cock, engulfing the entire length from tip to base so easily, like you were made for him. You feel his other hand complete the dual hold on your waist and his fingernails dig deep into the plush of your hips, sure to leave raw crescents on your skin. The grip was so vicious, you hadn’t even registered that Enjin was anchoring himself to you before he started moving. And the stretch that came when he pulled his hips back slowly, dragging himself out so languidly that you could feel him splitting you open from the inside—it became increasingly clear just how big he was. But you had a hunch of that all along…
“No way you’re still this tight…? Shit…” The surprise in his voice melts into bliss when he pulls back his hips, the tip still buried shallowly in your cunt. You grip at the sheets below you, the stretch of him already becoming too much for you to handle. Without knowing it, you’re slowly drawing forward and away from him, which is exactly the last thing he wants to see from you after reading from your Jinki.
“You runnin’ from me? No, don’t run from it,” He chases, snapping his hips flush against your ass with a quickness that makes you yelp when his tip meets your cervix. His eyes darken with lust as he watches your ass ripple at the sudden jolt, taking your mewls as a testament to how good he’s breaking you in. He stills inside, stalling things out even longer to indulge fully in the squeeze of your cunt. The only thing bumbling around in your mind is how he’ll outdo all the theories you’ve written.
Enjin huffs out a teasing chuckle, then really starts moving. His hips piston out and back in at a steady rhythm, slow at first then gradually picking up speed. You find your hips syncing with his, each stroke bringing forth your strained voice and stretching you so good that your head falls forward into the pillows, effectively muting you. “Thought you wanted it like this. ‘m just givin’ you what you want.”
His voice just does so much damage to you—taunting you and borderline punishing you for even thinking for a second that your scenarios are better than the real deal. Your eyes flutter shut as you croon into the pillow, the molten pleasure coursing through your veins putting you on a fast track to losing your voice as he loses himself in your pussy. The sound of skin striking skin and your incessant yet muffled cries echoes off the walls of the room, a fond reminder that only he could make you act out in this way… and he won’t let up for even a second.
“-nnjin—!” You barely have it in you to properly enunciate his name as he sinks you back onto his cock, still hard and still aching. His eyes follow the arch of your back to the sprawl of your hair cascading from the pillows to the sheets, and almost thoughtlessly, he reaches forward to tangle his fingers in the strands and pulls. Enjin’s not sure what compelled him to do it, but the way your gooey pussy clamps down onto him like a vice, he’s grateful he did.
“Fuck, you liked that, huh?” He angles his hips downward and ruts intently into you, like he’s trying to fuck the answer out of you. Your cunt gushes when he acknowledges you like that, twitching helplessly and threatening to drown his cock in your fluids with every prod at your cervix. Bottoming out, in, then back out again, you feel the pressure building in your core as he hits your spongy insides, the slick sounds ringing loud in your ears and indicative of the messy little ring of your mess pooling near the base of his cock. “Takin’ me so fuckin’ well like this.”
Never did you expect Enjin to lean in even deeper, unfurling his fingers from your roots and snaking them around your neck, pressing into your skin. It quite literally knocks all the air from your lungs as a sobby gasp sputters from your lips. His grip mimics the squeeze of your pussy—taut, then light, then tight clutches that melt your brain and send shocks of heat straight to your core. “See what you’re doin’ to me? Holdin’ on for dear fuckin’ life,” He huffs out behind you, his wavering tone gravelly with desire. “You’re gettin’ there, gorgeous. I feel it. Gonna make another mess for me? In my bed?”
“Y-yessss…! Ohhh, m’god—” Your knuckles tense on the sheets to keep you tethered. You tighten around his length again in that dangerous, unexpected way, earning a strangled groan from behind.
“Hah… gonna let me fill this sweet pussy up? Send you back to your office with my cum leakin' down your thighs?” His movements are erratic, his hips almost stuttering into you.
“Yes! Y—oh, fuck, I’m com—,” Every muscle tenses in your body as the second orgasm hits you all at once, before you can even announce it properly. Your back curves, lurching upward as your pussy convulses and creams around him, your legs growing achy with each shudder riveting through you like a rumbling trash storm. Despite his impeding limit, Enjin doesn’t cease, his twitching cock fucking you through your high in pursuit of his own release.
“Thereeee ya go,” he coos, his hand returning to your neglected hip. “There ya fuckin’ go… I got you. You feel so fuckin’ good, shiiiiit…”
His thrusts slow to a glide as he buries himself all the way to the hilt, with thick, warm ropes of his release spilling in and flooding your cunt as your vision clouds until you’re seeing stars. With a heavy sigh, Enjin draws back from you slowly, making a show out of the trickling spent cum from your sopping hole. You collapse on the bed and make it your resting place for the moment, catching your breath as the aftershocks try their best to subdue you. He attempts to slow his breathing too, giving you the space to get you and himself together.
A thick silence hangs in the air for moments after, a nod to how outside of everything that happened today, you and Enjin were nothing but coworkers on completely different teams. It doesn’t hit you on how wild it is that you’ve run off with the man of your dreams during a workday, on a Monday no less. It should be exciting, exhilarating—but you can’t shake the surrealness of it all. You must be dreaming. No fucking way this happened.
It’s not becoming of a good workin’ girl like you, not like you at all to play hooky in this kind of way. You purposely bury your face further into the pillow, smothered with something that isn’t quite regret, guilt, or shame—those aren’t the words for it. It’s more like skepticism. Because how could this be real?
“Hey,” You feel the mattress beneath you shift as Enjin calls out to you, bluntly filling the silence. Lifting your face, you turn and dart your eyes to his amber ones. “You alright?”
You nod, content that he’s checking in as he usually does. He flashes a subtle grin, and you return it, slowly lifting yourself up to sitting and into the conversation. Though as you perch up, you feel the full extent of the mess leaking out of you.
“Y-your sheets, god, I’m sor—”
“Nah, don’t apologize. I’ll clean ‘em. Should also probably clean ourselves. All in our name, y’know.”
His dry joke makes you chuckle, and with it, you both get to tidying yourselves up with clean towels he luckily had on hand. Within a few minutes, you dress yourselves just as before, ready to take on the workday again. Or what’s left of it, anyway.
“I would apologize for touchin’ your Jinki,” He approaches the corner of the room with Umbreaker’s polaroid shrine, taking it in hand. “But I think I’m in the clear. ‘specially now.”
“Haha, yeah, no. You’re not getting off that easy, Enjin. Remember all the extra work you gave me? Semiu and the Boss will be hearing about it.” You scoff. The audacity!
His jaw drops and he mouths seriously?!, shocked that even after showing out for you, it still doesn’t make up for him browsing the pages of your Jinki that you carelessly left behind! But you’re not trying to hear any excuses. As a Giver himself, he would’ve flipped out if someone had brandished Umbreaker as their own—and so, he backs down to your always-sound logic.
“Okayyyy, fine. Fair’s fair. Sorry for bein’ nosey.”
“There ya fuckin’ goooo,” You chitter, mocking his earlier, sultry tone with you. “I forgive you. And I won’t rat you out. But I am not responsible for the consequences if they do find out.”
Enjin rolls his eyes so far back, they almost reach behind his skull. “Now you’re quoting me. Tables have turned. Pages have flipped. Words were said. Actions were… done.” The sly cheeky smile that you’ve grown to adore so much reappears, and it’s more contagious than you’d like to admit. You retrieve your Jinki from the dresser, doing a final smoothing of your uniform before making your exit.
“Indeed, they were... But, hey. Some personal words were on those pages you flipped before actions were done. Not sure how you’re feeling about that.”
For the first time in a long time, Enjin is at a loss for words. He definitely found a confession, or two, or three… a few, that he couldn’t quite shake from his mind. Even among the sex-charged asides—who knows how many were left before he stopped reading—he knew there was something far deeper than just “I like you” embedded in your feelings. He’s usually the one pursuing, the one chasing. Often doing things in reverse—thinking with his dick rather than his head, never mind listening with his heart, such as today... But not this time.
“I—uh…” He stammers, uncertain of how to tread. You listen intently, scanning his flushed face for any hints of consideration. His eyes focus on everything but you, his hand tightly clutching his Jinki to take the edge off. “I’m… not good at this sorta thing. But I’d be willin’ to go steady. See where things go. You’re honest. Forgivin’. Hot. My ideal type. I’m obviously yours. Could work.”
The glint in your eyes shimmer as they widen, bewildered by this outcome. The disbelief fails to dull your sparkle, though. You’re over the moon, but you assure yourself. Of course he’d want you back; who wouldn’t?!
“Hmm. Now you’re stuck with me, ‘jin. I can call you that, right?”
He lets out a mild chuckle. “Works for me, babe. I’ll go with that from now on.”
It’ll take time to build this bridge, but you’re confident you’ll get there. But for now, it’s time to return to the office, get the paperwork cleared and get back to work. Enjin opens the door for you to gain some distance before following you, all to not rouse suspicion of either of your whereabouts. But when you round the corner, Arkha and Semiu are at the front desk, discussing some flippant matters quietly. Their attention shifts to you at the same time and you freeze, committing to the exact opposite of the plan you just set up with your new lover. Of course, when he sees you standing before them in the entrance hall, he walks up to meet you, but doesn’t mind the two pair of eyes settling on him as he does so. It doesn’t take long for both onlookers to react, with Semiu sighing and Arkha trying his best not to laugh. And these two are the worst kind of onlookers to have—the intuitive, ever-present Boss and his receptionist with expert perception.
“No wonder you were in such a hurry,” Arkha raises his eyebrow at you. “Must’ve been an emergency.”
Your face immediately flushes. But Enjin plays it cool, as usual. “She left her Jinki lyin’ around, believe it or not. I found it, kept it in my room for a while, then she got it back just now.”
Despite the untruth, Arkha backs off, throwing his hands up in defeat, still stifling back a chuckle. Semiu grins, nothing getting past her.
“Y’all do realize I can tell when you’re lying, right?” You nod quickly, but Enjin lays into her game. “Would be trouble if I was lyin’. Buuuut I’m not.” You suppose he’s not entirely wrong... But when Semiu activates her Giver powers, you abandon all hope. Much to your surprise, she doesn’t say anything, much less react when her eyes glow. She shrugs and Arkha sends both of you on your way, with you heading back to your office and Enjin heading off to meet with the rest of Team Akuta in the courtyard. Gathering the paper stack to pass off to Semiu, you return to her desk, all meek and quiet. You explain how they weren’t processed yet, despite the protocols, and she accepts them begrudgingly, once again blaming Enjin’s negligence. Arkha excuses himself, but before he heads off, he gives you a wink. You’re not sure what for, but as soon as his footsteps are far away enough, Semiu glares at you, then confirms your worst nightmare.
“Y’all were loud as hell.”